IWE Saturday Sacrifice: 15/9/07

[The Spin]

IWE Saturday Sacrifice III
Saturday 15th September​

International Wrestling Entertainment presents its last Sacrifice show before its first PPV, Fully Loaded. Build up continues with both title matches set and more matches to be announced!

Tag Team Double Feud Match
Zoraxis Nostradamus and Darius Molfey vs. JJ Simpson and Da Shizzle
Writer: Treva

4-way Tag Team Match
Crabbe and Goyle vs. Matt West and Whiz Kid vs. Chris Ramzz and The Hitman vs. McPinch and Voldemort
Writer: Connor

Holdenator vs. Jamie G
Writer: Zorax

SP Dukes vs. The Big Khan
Writer: Jay​

Injury List: Vincent Crabbe


RPing closes at Midnight on Wednesday 12th September

If you wish to write a match (which will count as an RP judged on the same standards as you usually RP) then post in the thread which match you wish to write

 

[H0wZ4T!]

I'll write SP Dukes vs Big Khan.

 

[GrayNicolls]

I'll write a match if needed.

 

[The Spin]

Jay has his match, Connor has the 4 way Tag Team match

 

[ZoraxDoom]

I want to do a match. Which means I'll be doing the debutants?

 

[The Spin]

I guess so. If you wanted to do your own match then I think I trust you enough to do so

Just as a btw, here is the confirmed PPV schedule for IWE:

Jan: Bad Blood
Feb: Unbreakable
Mar: One Night Only**
Apr: Insurrection
May: In Your House
Jun: Rebellion**
Jul: Barred In*
Aug: New Blood Rising
Sep: Fully Loaded**
Oct: Over The Edge
Nov: Victory Road*
Dec: SuperBrawl***

* = a themed PPV. Barred In contains a special Cage-type match. Victory Road has a special match to determine the World Title Challenger for SuperBrawl
** = a big PPV, one of the big 4
*** = the biggest event of the year, SuperBrawl. This is the supercard in the same way Wrestlemania is

 

[H0wZ4T!]

Part IV:

It is late afternoon and the high street is packed with OAPs, single mothers and teenagers bunking from school. Workers are enjoying their late lunch breaks, sitting in small coffee shops or Burger King. Out of the crowd comes JJS. He carrys his bag and holds a piece of paper in his left hand. He is scouring the door numbers, looking for something. Eventually near the end of the street, JJS arrives at a fair sized building which appears to be a gym. He walks through the door and climbs some stairs into a boxing area.

JJS: Hello! Hello... FRANKIE, YOU IGNORANT *******!

A small office door opens and a young man in a dressing gown steps into the room. Frankie looks roughly twenty years old, and has brown hair and green eyes, a weird combination.

Frankie: JJ? Hell bruv, it is you!

Frankie hugs JJS tightly, lifting him of the floor in the process.

JJS: Wasn't expecting me, was you?

Frankie: Not at all, little bro! Why are you here anyway, little holiday, eh?

JJS: I wish... No, you see, I'm staying in England.

Frankie: Why? Did Mom kick you out or something?

JJS and Frankie walk into the office, where they sit down and JJS explains his past week. The fight with Leo, being hunted down and escaping from New Zealand. Frankie is stunned.

JJS: Crazy, huh...

Frankie: Murder? You killed that Leo and those two dudes. Murder?

JJS: I didn't mean it, I had no option, they killed my friends, they were going to ki...

Frankie: JJ! Calm the **** down. You did what you had to do. You are only fourteen, dude. Tell you what, you can stay here, I have plenty of room. Get a job and we can forget you going back home.

JJS: A job? No job. I ain't spending my life in a factory. I was no good in school, I kept flunking. How can I get a decent job?

Frankie: No factory. Look at this...

Frankie slides to his desk and gives JJS a flyer for a Wrestling Masterclass. JJS studies it and gets a cheeky look on his face.

Frankie: I have a boxing gym, but I am a very good wrestler. I will teach you. You do that class and scouts from all over the indi circuits will be watching. You know the WWE? Most of them start at places like that. It's your choice...

JJS takes a moment to think it over and gets up from the chair.

JJS: Let's go. Coach.

Frankie: Haha! Brilliant stuff, little bro.

They eagerly walk out of the room, but JJS stops Frankie and points at something.

Frankie: I get it. Clothes first...

Frankie rushes upstairs to his flat, while JJS walks over to a window by the ring. The sun is dropping again and it is early evening. It is just another day.

To be continued...

 

[ZoraxDoom]

Continued from last week...​

But coach, you gotta!!!

It was recess. I was in the staff-room, pleading to the coach, Mr. Knuts to let me join the boxing team. I was desperate, and I figured that if I was part of the boxing team, the bullies would be too scared to keep picking on me!

No

But...

NO! And that is my final answer. You are just too puny to be on the team, you will be massacarred! I cannot allow it, sorry, no!

Okay, what about the wrestling team?

What about it? You are well below even the lightweight category! And besides, you have to be a 7th year to join the team, and you are only a 5th year, so no!

Martial arts?

You don't have any sort of formal training.

Rugby?

The ball weighs more than you! No!

What can I do then?!?!?

Hmm...well, the cricket team has an opening, why don't you go for that? The tryouts are this evening, be sure to drop by!

*Glumly*
Yea, all right. Thanks coach.
*Zoraxis starts mumbling to himslef...*
Mumble bumble...stupid coach...lousy cricket...wusses...how am I suppposed to fight by playing cricket!!!....stupid sport...unfair...life sucks...mumble bumble....

*********************************************

That evening....

I'm here coach.

Great! Well, we are looking for a bowler mainly, so here, show me what you've got.
*Tosses Zorax a cricket ball*

Okay, here goes nothing.

*Zorax looks down the pitch, and sees none other than one of the pair of bullies that have been making his life a living hell. He was padded up, but without a helmet, and grinning the sight of Zoraxis getting ready to bowl. A fire flares up inside Zorax, he wants reverenge. He scampers down the pitch quickly with a short runup, gripping the ball in an odd fashion. He bowls it and gives it a massive rip, the ball whizzes through the air. The bully goes forward, nonchalantly, and rasies his bat, getting ready to hammer it out of the park. The ball pitches, and leaps like a frog out of water, whacking the bully right on his eye. He collapses onto the stumps, blood pouring everywhere. Zorax gives himself a faint smile.*

That was brilliant kid! Where did you learn to bowl like that???

I...I...don't know!

Well thenn, it must be pure talent! Congrats kid, you've made the team! Practice sessions are Mondays and Thursdays 5-7, be sure to be there!

Uhh...thanks coach!

**************************************

Hey, kid!!!

It was the bully. His eye bandaged. He wasn't alone either, his thug of a friend had joined him, along with 3 others.

You talking to me?

I had grown in confidence ever since getting picked. The bully had to be rushed to the hospital, practice was going great, I had more friends, and life was generally better...

WHAM!!!

Unfortunately, I though as I sailed through the corridor, I was still a wimp. And still getting bullied.

The bullies walked down the corridor to where I was a crumpled mess, cracking their knuckles.The bell rang. It was recess.

Just another school day...

******************************************

To Be Continued...​

 

[sd92]

I will post my thing soon, maybe i can win a match then....

 

[treva]

I'll do a match if I can. Really not sure what to write about otherwise...

 

[ZoraxDoom]

I guess so. If you wanted to do your own match then I think I trust you enough to do so

Nah, I'll do the debutants. Don't want to spoil the result for myself...

And Trev, be creative. I'm sure you can come up with a good RP. Read the old PCWF ones, it doesn't even have to relate to IWE!

 

[voldemort]

A flash of green light, a runshing sound and a dull thud of a heavy body hitting the floor. Voldemort looked down at the crumpled lifeless form of Hankings lying on the floor.

"I must thank you Dominic. You always arrive at the right time."

"I am only honoured to be loyal to you my master".

Dominic waved his wand and the whole room lit up. Hankings bodylay on the floor at an odd angle, eyes empty. The Dark Lord was seated
on a chair and a third man stood at the doorway, a long wand in hand

"Who was he? And what was he upto?" inquired Dominic

"Just an ordinary muggle whom I had possessed. I promised to let him win a wrestling match. But when heard the news of his defeat, he was foolhardy to try and attack me. But you were quicker. You finished him before I did." replied Voldemort, with not even a single bit of regret in the voice.

"I was afraid your plan wouldnt have worked..."

"But you did manage to replace the diadem, didn't you?"

"yes my master, with minutes to spare. I could have got rid of the three also. I put an imperius curse on Crabbe. Made him conjure the dark flames and I left the place with the diadem."

"Wonderfully executed, but we have a problem. I have lost some of my magical powers. We need to get the Urn of Magic. But before that I need to have a few followers and primarily, my body back."

On this, Dominic whipped out a glass vial from his pocket. It was filled with a thick red liquid. "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken." Dominic sneered.

"Lets not waste time then!" Voldemort took hold of Dominics hand, and with a crack, were gone. The room empty, but for the dead body lying on the floor...

 

[The Spin]

Zorax has the debutants match and Treva has the Double Feud Tag Match. Just a note to Connor writing the match involving Voldemort, his moves are now non-magical. They can have the effect that is used in the sign-up, but they arn't actual magic now, for realism

 

[H0wZ4T!]

Part V:

The crowds have gathered inside Frankie's gym, cheering and shouting for a fight. Grown men are chugging down beer, while screaming for the fighters to smack each other. The two fighters aren't boxing though. They are wrestling. A tall teenager with pale skin and a pair of shorts pushes the other into the turnbuckle. The bell rings and the two kids take a break.

Frankie: JJ! Take a seat, son!

The smaller wrestler turns around and is revealed to be JJS. He is bleeding from his nose and mouth, but the other wrestler has more considerable damage. JJS is smiling in a proud way, while Frankie gives him some water.

JJS: I'm doing pretty well, ain't I?

Frankie: Considering, you've only been in this game for four weeks. Then, yeah, little bro! Listen, that Scottish kid's ribs are almost broken. Take advantage and kick his slimy little ass. Finish it. There ain't no Braveheart around here!

JJS: Sure... I can end this right now... WAIT! Frank, where is that Deep South Wrestling scout?

Frankie looks around and jumps on the turnbuckle to see. He jumps down and grabs JJS.

Frankie: Over by the bar! He is on his phone at the moment, last my bartender said was he was on the phone to his boss. Your in, JJ. NOW GO FINISH HIM!

JJS jumps from his stool and eagerly lays into the Scotsman. He lands hard punches to the ribs and whips him into the ropes. Scotsman springs off and is met with a huge dropkick to the injured ribs. JJS picks him up and knees to the gut, lifts him above his head and nails a hard suplex. With the Scotsman nearly knocked out, JJS scales the turnbuckle and performs his signature taunt, followed up with the Flying Too High. JJS hooks the leg and the referee makes the count... 1,2,3!

JJS: Yes! Come on!

Frankie runs to his brother and lifts him up. They celebrate and JJS lifts his arms up. The crowd cheer loudly, and the scout is seen giving him a standing ovation.

One hour later...

JJS jumps around the ring, waiting for his brother to lock the office. The scout suddenly comes through the door and claps. JJS is startled and when he sees the scout, he quickly slides out of the ring.

Scout: Brilliant match, umm... JJS!

JJS: Thanks a lot, sir. It means a lot to me. Especially from a wrestling scout.

Scout: I represent Deep South Wrestling, a small company in McDonough, Georgia. The United States... We would love to take you on board and train you to become a legend of the squared circle.

Frankie looks over at JJS and nods his head. In a end of movie moment, JJS smiles and finally forgets about his past with just one sentence.

JJS: When can I fly?

Suddenly, the scene stops and changes to a blue screen. A hand holding a video with the title "JJS" puts the tape down. The camera pans up and it is reveals modern-day JJS. He is standing in his locker room and smiles at the camera, to which the crowd pop.

JJS: I'm JJS. And that was the story of who the **** I am. Tonight, I team up with Da Shizzle against Darius Molfey and Zoraxis Nostrawhat-the-hell-is. I am the Rogue and someone will be...

There is a dramatic pause and JJS moves closer to the camera.

JJS: Punked.

 

[ZoraxDoom]

Punked? Punked??? Who are you, Ashton Kutcher???